Calm Friday Night #4

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As you can see it is not Friday. I appreciate everyone for being so patient with me with my blog. I got some good Z’s in last night. It’s been a challenging week with making money by the sweat of my brow, but as the old song goes, “It is well with my soul.” A quick shoutout to my awesome coworkers, I appreciate all of you. God bless!

Sunday 

The church financial class was canceled for Easter, so I had plenty of time to participate in an online blog party hosted by fellow blogger StephJ of Scale It Simple, https://scaleitsimple.com/. First, if you haven’t checked out her blog, you are missing out. Second, if you haven’t already attended an online blog party,  you too are missing out. Blog parties are a golden opportunity to get into the bloggers’ community. If you’re a writer concerned about the amount of views; likes; and comments you normally get, be prepared for your statistics to skyrocket within a few hours. What I love most about blog parties is how diverse everyone is. Not just ethinicty wise, but writing wise. From all kinds of bloggers, I see stories; flash fiction; encouragement; wisdom; enlightment; fashion; lifestyle; photography; and many more. You could call it Writers’ Paradise. 

Tuesday 

I didn’t have any acesss to WiFi since Monday night. I think we call all agree that that is one thing nobody wants to hear these days. My reaction was somewhere along the lines of this

Rather than groan about it and continuing aimlessly to get back my internet connection, I set the iPhone aside; shut my laptop down; and made the most of things.

• Swept my bathroom floor. 
• Cleaned my bathtub. 
• Take out all the trash in our house.
• Dust the house.
• Do the dishes early.
• Go to the gym an hour earlier than I usually do.
• Read a chapter of the book of Proverbs.
• Do Sabbath school lesson.

Not having internet access and doing all those tasks made me consider how much of my time goes into internet activity such as liking pictures on Instagram; watching snaps of Snapchat; and watching the lastest videos on YouTube. Maybe if I spent a little more time away from the phone and computer I would have time to complete other things.

Wednesday

On Wednesday I read chapter 2 of Complete Guide to Money. It’s crazy how I went all this way through school without being taught how to handle finances. Because of it it I am going to start doing a monthly budget and setting up an emergency fund. Going to the first financial class last week made my stomach turn at the end of the lesson. Why, because I’m a 25 year old who is no expert in handling finances. I wasn’t scared; I was concerned. I wish I had know all of this when I became a legal adult, but I’m not going to ponder on the past and what I wasn’t taught by teachers and professors. I’m finding it out now aren’t I? 

Friday 
This morning, my father and I went suit shopping at the store GQ Fashions for a buy-1-get-1-free deal. I’m too tired to describe them so I’ll just give you pictures of what I chose. A blue suit and a black with beautiful vests. 

I’m not wearing any of them this Sabbath because the pants have to be altered. One of my biggest struggles is finding clothes that fit. I’m 5’6 and got a small waist. I’m what some would consider small. This week, twice in two days, the same man told me that he would lend me a jar of Jif Peanut Butter to fatten me up. In my head I was thinking, How ironic, buddy. If only you knew I’ve been eating that stuff for years. Prick me, you’ll find a mixture of blood with and peanut butter and jelly. 

Trying on those blazers and gazing at myself in the mirror took away any frustration I had before walking into the store. My spirits were so lifted that I ended up buying my Dad’s suit for him as an early Father’s Day gift. No, this was not me flaunting my money or me sucking up to him. I just love the guy. Plain and simple. There is nothing wrong with dressing your best for Christ. Honestly, if you don’t have the clothes, come to church as you are. Not just in appearance, but spiritually. The church is not a saints only club. I see the church as a hospital full of sick people looking to be healed by the healer of all healers. 

As always, how was your week? I care to know. Enjoy your weekend, and God bless!